Micki (Keith) Kitchen
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Keith Kitchen woke up on Thursday morning February 1, 2018 and got ready for work. He told his wife, Micki, she's the most beautiful woman on earth. Then he kissed her and left for another good day, doing what he loved with those people next closest to him.
By 10:40 a.m., without any warning, his life was snuffed out by a ruthless, cold-blooded and pathetic excuse of a man. Keith is forever gone. Period.
Meanwhile, life continued in the neighborhood. The mailman left the usual assortment of bills, advertisements and solicitations, all before Micki was even notified. The family dogs, Gabriel and Emily napped in between sessions of poking fun at the cat, Neo, who was unaffected.
All lives changed with a sudden death. 10:40 a.m. all done. When Micki was notified, gut-wrenching disbelief gave way to panic, which gave way to denial, then gave way to deep dark pain and stark loneliness. And then there was fear, coupled with the kind of grief that will last a lifetime.
Suddenly there were questions, both random and orderly, filling her ears and consuming her brain. Decision after decision needed to be made. And there are more to come. For the first time in more than 25 years, decisions would be made, and will be made, without her trusty, true love husband.
Micki Kitchen needs our help. Where there were travel plans and living expenses there are now funeral expenses.
Where there were two incomes, there is now one income.
The mailman keeps coming. This is where we, as family and friends, come in.
Micki needs our help, indeed your help, now more than ever. This go fund me account is set up to help meet the most unexpected needs. Your donation will help pay for funeral and memorial expenses, semi truck payments, and oh yeah, all the bills the mailman brings.
Please donate what you can. Everything and anything will be appreciated. This is where we make a difference.
From the bottom of our hearts, Thank you
By 10:40 a.m., without any warning, his life was snuffed out by a ruthless, cold-blooded and pathetic excuse of a man. Keith is forever gone. Period.
Meanwhile, life continued in the neighborhood. The mailman left the usual assortment of bills, advertisements and solicitations, all before Micki was even notified. The family dogs, Gabriel and Emily napped in between sessions of poking fun at the cat, Neo, who was unaffected.
All lives changed with a sudden death. 10:40 a.m. all done. When Micki was notified, gut-wrenching disbelief gave way to panic, which gave way to denial, then gave way to deep dark pain and stark loneliness. And then there was fear, coupled with the kind of grief that will last a lifetime.
Suddenly there were questions, both random and orderly, filling her ears and consuming her brain. Decision after decision needed to be made. And there are more to come. For the first time in more than 25 years, decisions would be made, and will be made, without her trusty, true love husband.
Micki Kitchen needs our help. Where there were travel plans and living expenses there are now funeral expenses.
Where there were two incomes, there is now one income.
The mailman keeps coming. This is where we, as family and friends, come in.
Micki needs our help, indeed your help, now more than ever. This go fund me account is set up to help meet the most unexpected needs. Your donation will help pay for funeral and memorial expenses, semi truck payments, and oh yeah, all the bills the mailman brings.
Please donate what you can. Everything and anything will be appreciated. This is where we make a difference.
From the bottom of our hearts, Thank you
Organizer
Kaysie Haaga
Organizer
Taylor, MI
